Everything ends.
The perfect kiss
The scent of your Loves perfume.
The bloom of a yellow lady slipper Orchid
finally wilts.
The beautiful sounds from the touch of
fingers on a grand piano.
The headache that started at 7:00 am
An embrace must end.
Your breath ends

We could try to jam everything into our life
and become as gluttons
We can plumb the depths
Of our experiences
savor them
And then we let go
Open, spacious, relaxed.

The crows ‘Caw’ has ended.
Now there is
The space of quiet.